shi-no-toge:

hanakotobawakodoku:

Entirely unaware that he had an audience, Eric kept it up. His movements were fluid, hips inspired to sway with the music and feet bouncing against the bed in time. Yes, he was the sort to go about dancing on his bed. And while he wasn’t bad at it, it seemed his balance needed a little work — for one wrong step and he was sent (in a fit of loud shouts and cursing) tumbling to the ground with a crash. Sheets tangled around his legs and hair disheveled.

Alan’s heart had leapt into his throat the moment their lips touched and his stomach churned nervously. It had been a lovely… until Eric smashed his forehead for some reason. “Ouch” he grunted, moving back, looking somewhat hurt. He couldn’t tell if Eric had done it on purpose or not. “Was it that bad?” He mumbled, rubbing his forehead. He’d hoped it would have lasted a bit longer than that. It certainly wasn’t at all how he’d pictured it would happen, either.

“Accident.” Eric muttered, completely embarrassed. He couldn’t believe himself. Wasn’t he supposed to be charming? Smooth? But now he felt anything but, his gaze averted to the approaching sunrise just outside of the window. “I didn’ mean tae.”